This is the story of how I became a happily self employed Escort in Berlin. Not just to survive, but because of an unquenchable thirst for good sex!

Intro to Aimmee's Sex...you wanna know me?

INTRO TO MY WORLD OF SEX..............

For the last 6 years or so, I have lived a
life of a lesbian. I had 3 girlfriends and 1 wife in that period of
time. I knew I liked the idea of sex with women since I can remember as
a young pubescent girl. I came to acknowledge it while in middle
school when I would feel the ping in my sex when I saw the girls
breasts, ass, and curves while changing in the girls locker room.
However, I did not admit it to myself and accept these feelings until I
was 17 years old. That is when I had my first pseudo-girlfriend. I say
pseudo because we never had sex. It was mostly that of flirtations,
looks, kisses, and love notes. I explored a little and had my first
lesbian experience during a foursome in my apartment. I was very
excited and nervous when it all began. I had a crush on the girl and
when the opportunity presented itself...I took it. It was horrible.
When I went down on her she tasted of day old sex. It was like her
boyfriend had cum inside her that morning and she never cleaned
herself. Luckily, amidst the orgy, someone started pounding on the front
door and I was saved!

This experience kept me fearful of trying again for some
time. I developed a few rules and standards to the women I fucked. Rule
1. If you can't see the bottom of the ocean...don't dive in...this is a
good rule for swimming too!! Rule 2. finger test 3. know the hygiene
rituals of said girl 4. does she sleep with men? If so, this tends to
taint the taste and odor of a woman (prefer lesbians)

For several years later, I had the fantastical thoughts
of being with women. When I watched porno, I would only get off if it
was lesbian sex. Watching dick sucking and anal did nothing and regular
hetero sex was ok. I went through the majority of my adult life having
relationships with men and having one night stands, but nothing ever
sexually fulfilled me. I would actually have no sex drive at all for
months. I thought I had a serious problem mentally and emotionally.

Heterosexual Sex

My
last relations with men was in a LTR with a man with whom I loved and
thought I would marry. We had good fun sex and it was more regular with
him than anyone, but in the 3 three years we were together, we never
made love. This started to develop my desires for being with a woman
even more. He always told me it would be ok with him if I had sex with
women, but I never had the self confidence to go for it. Our
relationship ended because he was cheating on me with a woman he met
online. It was a horrible time for me not so much because of the
relationship ending or that he was cheating. But more because I felt he
was my last hope in having a normal life as a heterosexual woman. This
was the make it or break point in my life. I was 28 and had only failed
relationships with men. I was not sure how strong I was at that time
to face the reality that I may be gay and needed to shit or get off the
pot. In my depression, I decided to try and kill myself. I lit candles
in the room, took 20 sleeping pills, and covered my head with a
plastic bag. Obviously, it did not work as I am here writing now!

When
I woke up in the morning I had a new outlook on life and was ready to
face my fears and start a new chapter in my life. I didn't die, so
there for I must follow through with destiny. The crazy story about the
last man I had a relationship with, or even had sex with until I moved
to Berlin, is as follows.... shortly after our break up I hear he is
getting married to the girl he cheated on me with. I was completely
shocked by the news, a little put out, but mostly shocked. But I got
over it quite quickly actually. The shocker came a few months later when
I heard he went to prison. It turns out he was on a chat line and an
"underage" girl was chatting him up. He met her and was tackled in the
front yard by sting operation police and sentenced to 10 years prison
for attempted statutory rape and attempted child molestation. All of
which was documented on national television..."to catch a predator".

Lesbian Sex

The
next few years I got over my insecurity and started to really enjoy my
sex. It turns out I had a natural talent for fucking women and making
them cum! My first girlfriend I was with for 1.5 years and in the
beginning we had great sex. The first time was in the back of her Lexus
behind a gay bar. It was very exciting and in the dead of winter. So
cold, we had to turn the car on to keep the heat running. After about 1
hour we heard a knock on the window, but could not see anything from
all the fog coating the windows. I quickly pull myself together and get
out of the car to find a police officer standing before me. Before I
can say anything beyond good evening officer, my girlfriend pops out
the other side completely disheveled and fixing her bra and says...hey!
Everything is great officer, we were just leaving. This girlfriend
turned out to be completely high maintenance and a little emotionally
unstable and we agreed to part ways. We have since still remained good
friends....and she is still my hairdresser when ever I go to the US. But
she was a great first lesbian relationship to learn from.

My
next girlfriend turned out to be the girl that used to live beneath me
and my last boyfriend..the one now in prison. She was a very
experienced lesbian and a dominatrix for fun. We explored many
interesting sexual adventures from shaving, bondage, strap-ons, sensory
deprivation, and fisting. She was the first to make me squirt and
teach me how to make it happen. The most exhilarating experience with
her was our trip to Berlin. There we had sex in my friends bed one
night. It was the most intense fucking I had had up to that point in my
life. After several hours of licking, sucking, and fingering and
squirting, she very intimately took her time to begin fisting me. It
took about an hour of slowly stroking my my pussy getting her to open
up, each small gesture drew her hand deeper and deeper. It was not
painful at all. It was loving and very intense, being this filled and
by the time she was in, we were sitting in a pool of my cum. I felt bad
for my friend though as he was banned from his room and forced to stay
in his living room for the night and becuse he himself had not had sex
in his own bed yet! Although our sex was very good together most of
the time...I had a problem with her hygiene methods and it tended to be
her fucking me more than me fucking her and that for me was not
enough. So, we ended our relationship and we no longer talk.

My
next lesbian relationship was the most well connected and loving of
all. She was not only the best woman, but for at least the first
portion of our relationship, the best sex I had had with women....she
later became my wife. In the beginning our sex was amazing. We went to
festivals and camping together and had a lot of good tent sex. My
biggest lesbian fantasy was fulfilled by her one night at one of these
festivals. We spent much of the night fucking in our very cold tent.
But we were so into what we were doing, we could not feel the cold. I
got lost in our sex and all holds became unbarred! I wanted so much to
feel her wet pussy rubbing up against mine, so we started to scissor
each other and the squirt works went flowing. I was not only turned on
in my mind by what was happening, but it felt so good. My sex drive was
immediately sparked by this woman and shortly into our relationship, I
taught her how to squirt and it became an amazing sport for both of
us.

One time in my attempts to seduce her I created a
scavenger hunt game. I invited her over and we had a few drinks. I
handed her the first of 4 riddles to guide her where she needed to go.
She was led somewhere, where she would find a rose and another riddle,
then sent to another place to find something sexy for me to wear, then
she would get another riddle to find my toy box and choose her weapons
so to speak. She laid everything out on the bed that she wanted. She
chose my black plastic sheet, rope, and blindfold. All very good
choices indeed. I put on the sexy outfit she chose, undressed her and
placed her atop the black plastic sheet. I took the rope and strung her
arms over her head and affixed the rope to an O ring screwed into the
baseboard. Then I sat on top of her and let her look at me as I kissed
her lovingly and then blindfolded her. I took my time touching her with
different objects from feathers, to hot wax dripping on her, scratches
with my nails, spanks on her ass, and my tits and nipples running the
course of her body. Then I licked her pussy and fingered her until she
came over and over and was lying in her juices. Then I went to the
kitchen and got a bottle of champagne I took off the top and took a
heavy swig, just before I placed the opening into her pussy...letting
some of the cold fizzy beverage into her. Then I licked some more and
reinserted the bottle gently into her. After she had her final climax, I
shook the bottle and let the contents spew allover her body. Her
nipples were hard and I could tell she was a bit cold, so I mounted her
to give her some of my warmth and sat on her face and we began to 69. I
finally released her from her restraint and took off her blindfold and
we both started to roll around in her cum champagne and she then
fucked me.

After years of being together...and really
together, we started having less and less sex. Restrictions on when and
where became the law of the land. Towards the end of our relationship
she became what I call, a pillow princess, where I was servicing her,
but not being serviced. I was the instigator and the seducer. Then the
lesbian bedroom death kicked in. I started to desire hetero sex again,
purely for the animal desire aspect. I told her of this, but it never
was commented on. We had gotten married 9 months before I moved to
Berlin and had sex only 15 times in that period. It frustrated me to no
end, but the other 99% of our relationship seemed perfect. But when I
arrived in Berlin, I had an affair with an FtM and my whole outlook on
the reality of my relationship and sexuality was turned upside down. My
wife found out about my affair and ended our relationship and although
we love each other deeply still to this day, living so far a apart
from each other, left us no arena in which we could work on the
problems we had in our relationship. The door is still open to find a
away to be together, but at the moment we remain friends and talk
regularly. She is very much a part of me and if there was anyone I
could see myself growing old with, it would be her.

FtM Sex

In
my 35 years of life and 20 years of sexual experience....I have to say
my sexual encounters with FtM's have been the most adventurous,
stimulating, and most fulfilling hands down. I think there is something
about having the best of both worlds that makes this work best for me.
Although, most FtM's might hold offense to this statement. I have been
with 2 FtM's and both were at different stages of their transitions and
at different emotional levels with themselves. But nonetheless, my
opinion on the matter, best of both worlds describes it best to me.

My
ex "M", had just started
his transition only a few months before we met and it is him that I credit my real sexual awakening. While the second had
been transitioning for a few years with hormones, breast and female
anatomy removed, but had not had his penis OP. My ex was the most
amazing sexual partner I had ever had. The whole thing, the whole
idea..the curiosity, the desire to conquer, and severe attraction to
each other were all culprits in this intensity. He had not been with
anyone sexually nor had the desire to be for over 10 years. Plus, the
sex he did have when he did was not the most comfortable for her (at
time). Knowing that even currently he was uncomfortable with his body,
me being able to be the first to touch him drove my initial desire to
have sex with him...the conquering aspect. But it also seemed like a
good transition for me from lesbian sex to having sex with a man.

Our
sex started with the youthful 4-5 hours of flirting, and kissing,
touching and grinding as he pushed me up against the wall. For the first
time I was seeing how my body was reacting and observing it...here I
was very connected to not only him, but to myself in a way I hadn't been
before. He made it very clear he was interested in me and he was ok
with telling me his boundaries from the beginning and communicating what
he liked and didn't like. His one boundary was no penetration. In my
eyes, this was completely doable as I never imagined sex with a man with
me penetrating him. But I knew his desire to feel like a man and so
the way I touched him and seduced him was very much in the way I would a
man.

One day I arrived at his house and he was
sitting in his chair drinking and talking with me. I was wearing a
dress and had a glass of wine in my hand. I slowly placed the glass of
wine on the table keeping eye contact on him the whole time. Then I
stood before him and just dropped my panties to the ground. He could
see nothing, but could only imagine. He said to me in his breaking
voice, "that is so sexy." I leaned over him as he looked up at me and
started to kiss him. Then I slowly lifted one leg over one side where
he could catch just a quick glimpse of my pussy, then the other leg and
stood over him. Then I slowly came down and straddled him. I took off
his shirt and he loosened his binding to expose his stomach. Then I
placed my wet pussy upon his belly so he could feel it close to his
cock, but still with enough distance to draw the desire harder. We
started kissing and he touched my breasts. The way he cradled them and
lightly tweaked my nipples sent shivers through my body all the way to
my loins. I decided to tease him a bit by standing up and walking away.
I headed to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. As I walked away, I
lifted my dress over my head and dropped it to the floor. I stood with
my back to him as I lit my cigarette and I could feel the heat from his
body draw closer and closer. He grabbed me and started kissing my neck
and then tuned me around. We started kissing very heavy on the balcony
over looking the main street. I put my cigarette out and turned his
back to the street and undid his pants and they dropped to the ground. I
reached into his pants and started to play with his dick-clit
(extended clitoris from testosterone). He was so fucking wet, he was
dripping. I started to rub his dick-clit and hearing his moans and
grunts turned me on even more. The exploration of him, him being
exposed outside on the balcony and me being the conqueror made the
intrigue all the more alluring.

He reached into my
pussy and started to play with me and his fingers felt so good. I was
longing for his touch between my legs. I could feel myself leaking
slowly my own juices as it ran slowly down my legs and then creating a
puddle at my feet. The sound of his fingers inside me turned on the
water works as the flood began to swell. I told him to take me to his
bed...as we entered the house again, we only made it to the hall way,
when he pushed himself against me and me against the wall. Finally, I
was getting the animal sex I had been craving. I was glad the wall was
there to hold me as my knees were starting to give out. We finally make
it through the hallway and into his room. We had relinquished all of
our clothes in the hallway...all but his binding. He stood before me as
I sit wantingly on his bed as he paused. He then slowly took off the
device and revealed himself to me. He dove down on top of me and when
we felt the feel of our bare flesh against each other, the frenzie
began. His need to find a way to rub up on me and stimulate himself and
me were at completely the same levels of importance. We spent hours
rolling around, trying new positions...acrobats if you will, to get
each other off. It was fucking amazing. It was like all those 10 years
of pent up sexual tension were being unleashed on me. As I was
conquering him in my mind, he was conquering himself. This was a great
sexual union of complete exploration to uncharted territories. The fact
he felt so comfortable with me to share this experience with me really
touched my heart.

After hours in bed, we got up to
get a drink in the kitchen. The window was almost the size of the room
and it exposed us to the apartments adjacent to us. Again, we could not
stop and I sat on the oven as he fucked me like a man would without a
cock right there, then down on the kitchen table, down the hallway to
his room again. This type of sex was an almost every other day
occurrence for 3 months straight. In this time period I lost 15 kilo or
30lbs. Highly aerobic sex with very little time for food. It was
exhausting, but we could not stop. Of course, we do not speak any
longer. He will always have a huge piece of my heart, the part that
allowed me to feel and be felt. The heart that showed me my being....

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